Inside this sinking submarineThe hull is closing inThe water is above my anklesNow that I, still can't get you off of my...I don't think that we can pull this one offWe shall see, time will tellWhat is time and why does itTaste like salt water inside of my mouth?

My love for the world part of the skyMy desire to venture to a place that is newMy need to sail my steam ship among the cloudsIs just my way of looking for a better world